'Of course, as he was then. Couldn't you give me your impression of him? That will be some little guide.'
'Why are you so anxious, Tom?'
'Well, mother; but isn't it natural? He has come into my life as a new power—new to me, although, of course, he must have known of me, and been thinking of me for a long time.' Then breaking off: 'How pale you are, dearest; have I said anything to hurt you?'
'No, no, it is nothing. It is only that I see you moving away from me—so far—so far—and——'
'Mother!'
She came to herself with an effort. 'Forgive me, my son,' she said. 'I am not very strong, I suppose, and you know'—with a little smile—'a great change like this always gives one a certain shock.'
'I am tiring you with my silly questions.'
'Not at all; and I don't think they are silly. It is natural you should wish to know something of the man who has enriched you. But I had rather, on the whole, you went to Mr. Cherry. The business has been in his hands for a number of years.'
'It isn't the business, mother——'
'I understand, dear. I understand perfectly. Well!' drawing her lace shawl about her, 'another day. How curiously chilly it is becoming! Will you shut the window?'